You're always on my mind.
I dream of our bodies entwining...

You made me mad,
you made me cry...

We sat in silence on beach sand,
our eyes meeting each other...

I think you're beautiful,
standing barefoot in the grass...

She had the mental activity
of champagne intoxicated dreams...

Pearls draped across your chest,
hair strewn across your face...

It's easier to be a number.
The world demands it...

I wish I could take this back:
my silence...

There's a skeleton face in a window
and all I really want to do...

I see their smiles in the mirror,
tired smiles...